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Willow liked to come to him in the dangerous hours of the morning, when it was still too dark for him to walk without fear, and when morning crept towards the horizon, just waiting to burn her.
“Hey, lover,” Willow breathed in his ear as she appeared behind him on the
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Sorry for the late response! LJ's been acting oddly for me.
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